First Day – New Job

I’m on my first day of another volunteer opportunity. Since I’ve blown so many of these I dressed for the event. Red dress, red loafers, no pearls needed, that is interview dress. I’ve gotten this job.

The manager of the library book shop is friendly and I’ve met her before. We review my tasks and she has written a good job description so I know what to do. A customer arrives and wants to exchange his books for those in the shop. Since I don’t know the answer I refer him to the library manager.

Another customer arrives and we chat. She is looking for a book for a friend with cancer who is refusing treatment. While she wants to give him the diet book for cancer patients we decide on a humorous book instead. Good choice and I’ve made a sale. Maybe we have productivity standards here. I got fired from my last volunteer opportunity for low scores and it really hurt.

The manager calls and I remember how to answer a phone. It’s been awhile. We discuss the question and I gave the right answer. YIPEE! Another patron appears and donates brand new cloth bags for customers. Then I have another sale. Gosh, I’ve been so busy I better close as the manager recommended I read The Book Shop Volunteer Log. I need to make an entry about the new cloth bags.



I have discovered oils.  The massage and aroma was phenomenal but the two-day headache was crippling. Once the headache began I promptly contacted my massage therapist and was rewarded with a text basically telling me to drink more.

Since I honor anyone who has the nerve to acknowledge something and their response in print I did as told and drank another four glasses.  I also believed she was correct and I was loaded with toxins.  Aren’t we all?

I have always been grateful for water.  It may sound silly but I think we all should be and if you aren’t live without it and you certainly will be. We are so blessed in America.

Upon completion of drinking a vast amount of water akin to the amount in a bath tub the headache subsided.  While still drained from the headache I did feel lighter and a bit less depressed.  After that I began to type these little messages to free my remaining toxins. It’s working don’t you think? Well, I do!

Yoga and Card Playing Gibberish


After three years of health problems I was able to resume yoga again. The teacher is amazing and the ability to do a modified downward facing dog has filled me with joy.  All those Yogis out there will understand.  Namaste.

I was invited to lunch for the teacher after practice.  Grateful to be breaking in to Florida society I attended.  I watched everything I said and had a delightful time. Ordered the wrong dish but even though it tasted poorly told everyone it was “DELICIOUS!”  While there I was invited to cards the following week at the senior center.  Life was picking up.

Arriving at the senior center the following week I felt momentary terror.  Once again, I would have to give my name, where I was from and a short bio on what ailment caused me to retire so young.  For those unaware of senior life and having the good fortune of still working this is similar to the thirty second elevator speech used to capture an employer’s interest in an effort to acquire a job.

Inevitably once my speech is begun and I reveal I am a nurse my oration ends in 5 seconds and the other party begins to bemoan every health problem since birth.  Since I am a nurse and trained in empathetic techniques I listen and wonder why am I doing this as a freebie to acquire friends. Hence, I’ve pondered using different occupations perhaps Walmart greeter or tree surgeon?

Upon completion of this portion of the event we begin to discuss how to play cards with the extra person, that being “me.”  As this discussion proceeds I think, “Hello I am in the room,” but remain silent.  Decision completed, the ladies becomes tolerant of me in a friendly way and I concentrate on losing in an effort to avoid insulting anyone.

As I discuss my attempt at a clutter clearing business I am told how could I clear clutter when I splay my cards as I do.  Then there are other little comments and I realize I need to check my conversation style and listen rather than reveal.

Upon departure from the event I decide my tenure as a card player has ended however I will continue to enjoy my modified downward facing dog and seek another venue for my early retirement.  I’m considering religious education.  I hope God will be watching and perhaps laughing.  😊

Travel Rules for the American Traveling Abroad

Since our change in administration being an American traveling abroad has been challenging. The following ideas are an assist in making your trip successful:

• Say you are a Canadian.
• When in doubt smile, say nothing and if that doesn’t work, laugh, then walk away briskly.
• Beware of NYC t-shirts. Just because they have one on doesn’t mean they are a fellow American or speak English.
• Wear out dated sneakers. The most current versions of sneakers reveal us the most.
• If they say the T word, pretend they said dump and give directions to the closest WC .

Dressing for the Library Interview

Since the library staff have been so helpful to me when Carol, a staffer, asked me to join the volunteers I decided I should. Carol has gotten me through Android Angst 101, Alice gives computer tips, Bill gave me the nuts and bolts on buying a computer and Sharon told me of Belfast. The list could go on and on with staffer’s names and probably will as I continue to torture them.

I have not succeeded at many Florida volunteer groups and did not want this to happen here. If I mess this one up I would lose one of my daily senior events. So, I went to Tad, the library manager and he gave me the low down on the job. As fellow staffers saw me talking to him in his office, I waved, smiling and telling them yes, I’ve been called into the principal’s office.

The job sounded interesting and I might even become a member of the Board as they needed someone. I had all the credentials necessary and he didn’t even ask for a resume! I paid my $15 fee and submitted the application.

I later scoped out the library sale and had a delightful conversation with a woman who I found to be a Tad’s mom. She was from New Jersey and we fit. My next step will be the library interview with a fellow staffer. I have decided on the knee length navy blue dress with blue pumps. I’ll also wear pearls.

I love Other People’s Dogs


Leaving this morning on a short trip I caught a glimpse of my neighbor’s dog.  I waved, looked at the dog, smiled and he smiled back.  His name is Venice and a golden retriever, I never understood why an orange dog is called golden but he is.

I love other people’s dogs.  I can pet them, rub them behind their ears, sometimes give them treats but always give them love.  Dog is God spelled backward and their unconditional love is beyond compare.

I had a dog once and her name was Precious.  She was a twelve-pound Bichon Frise and the love of my life.  She lived fourteen years and my daughter often said I loved the dog more than her and during the teen years that surely was possible.

Precious was the cutest thing you ever wanted to see.  This little white ball of fur and I were inseparable. I always felt bad when I had to leave her. She would hide under the bed whenever the suitcases came out.  I knew life without me was difficult for her.

Which brings me to why I haven’t gotten another dog.  I simply love to travel and know I would never travel if I had a dog.  I am destined to continue loving other people’s dogs and traveling.

Caveat:  Found out Venice is an Irish Setter.  Need a fact checker here.  🙂